Yesterday, I brought everyone up to date on what has been going on with us over the last 18 months. It has been a roller coaster ride of life. In those 18 months, we had resigned from two positions and moved to a new city. Our life was a mess and there didn't seem to be anything in site.
After we left Newburgh UMC, we had no idea what God wanted from me. I thought this would be the perfect church but now I wasn't sure. We were financially strapped from just moving and my wife was only making $120 a week, not enough for us to live on. I immediately began looking for local and regional positions. I thought maybe a new job would come fast but it never did.
I kept questioning God about why He was allowing this to happen. I kept thinking of what I could have done better or what I did wrong to be tested in this way. Didn't I follow where God had called me to? Was I supposed to move to Newburgh or was there another church that God wanted me at? How in the world would I pay our bills on what little was coming in? What was God really wanting me to do?
In all these questions, I began to think harder about becoming an ordained pastor. I had thought about the move from youth pastor to lead pastor before but didn't feel ready for it or that this was were God wanted me. I still felt called to youth ministry, so making the move didn't seem to make sense. The more doors closed on us moving to another ministry position, the more I realized that God was asking me to make the decision. I wasn't looking forward to the long road ahead to become an ordained pastor.
The path would take years and will require me to go back to college and get a Master's of Divinity degree. All I could think was ugh... But God continued to push me in that direction, so I made the move. I spoke with our district rep regarding the process and filled out the paper work. I had officially entered the process and was ready for what needed to be done. I hoped this move would lead me to a new ministry position, and it kind of did...